the big reveal...in more ways than one

Ready for the truthiness? Yeah you are!

1) Even though I'm definitely a tomboy, I still put a lot of care into my appearance by doing my hair and makeup every day and making sure I always look my cutest. Hey, being a tomboy doesn't mean you have to dress like a guy :)

Lie. Total lie. Most of you called me on it too. Is it that obvious? Gah. At any rate, I'm not sure if it's laziness or having my priorities set straight, but I only wear makeup and do my hair for auditions. Life is too short to spend thirty seconds on some pokey-wand thing for my eyelashes and don't even get me started on curling or flat-ironing my hair. My daily wardrobe is a lot like this: tank top or t-shirt, sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers or flip-flops, and a pony-tail to finish it off. On Sundays when I go to church I take extra special care not to wear any clothing with holes in it, which is in itself exhausting to find in my closet. Holes in the clothing is like free air-conditioning. Plus I am more apt to get free coffee when my jeans have holes in them, not because my cute factor suddenly got upped to twelve but because I honestly think the Starbucks people think I'm homeless.

2) I went to modeling school when I was in junior high school, competed in modeling contests and shows, and even landed myself a modeling agent at one point. I also took professional acting classes as a kid at a renowned professional theater company in Southern California.

True! My parents, in a desperate attempt to teach me how to be a girl (it only backfired), enrolled me in a modeling school and I even had an agent at some point, who probably hoped (silly agent!) that one day I would be taller than 5'4". Not so. At any rate, as these things happen in the industry, my modeling agent stole money from her clients and skipped town back to New Zealand, but not before my mother tracked her down two hours before the flight and demanded our money back. My agent gave the money back to my mother, terrified. (This is why my mother is a bad-ass.) And I took professional acting classes at South Coast Repertory, a wonderful theater down in Orange County.

3) I worked retail once in LA and had Drew Carey as a customer. I asked him for his autograph - on his credit card slip. I had no idea who he was, but I did make him laugh really hard. I only found out it was him after he left the store.

True! Lemme explain this one - TV Drew Carey does not look like Real Life Drew Carey, nor had I ever watched a single episode of whatever show he was on. So this tall guy with NO glasses comes in and buys some books, I ask for his autograph on his credit card receipt, he laughs like it's the funniest thing he's heard all day, then meanders out the store. Another employee bee-lines for me and says, "Is he the first celebrity you've seen here?" And I say, "Oh, that wasn't a celebrity, I ask all the customers for their 'autograph' on their credit card receipts." She gives me a funny look and says, "No, that was Drew Carey." At which point my forehead wrinkles and I say, "I think I've heard of him. Doesn't he have his own TV show?"

4) I was a theater technician at my college, both during the school year and the summertime. I worked in the shop building sets, painting scenery, hanging lights from thirty feet above the stage, and did running crew as well for most of the productions.

True! I wandered into the theater tech shop the first semester in college and they didn't get rid of me for four years. They even started paying me.

5) I consider myself fairly fearless, but I hate roller-coasters. They scare the crap out of me!

Lie. I love roller-coasters! They're fun :)

6) I hate snakes. I can deal with spiders, cockroaches, bees, hornets, lizards, whatever...but snakes are gross.

Lie. I'm fine with snakes (my mother is terrified). I still remember 10th grade Chem class where someone brought in a beautiful boa constrictor and I volunteered to hold it and let it wrap itself around my entire body. It was gorgeous. I am, however, not a fan of cockroaches. At ALL. And bees make me a little nervous.

So there you have it. Three truths, three lies, no hard feelings. Everyone had great guesses and I loved all the comments.

But one comment in particular got my attention, from my blogger-friend Bathwater, who noted, quite correctly, "And the other adventure you are making us wait about.......hmmmmm?"

Which is that I haven't yet shown you guys the design for the tattoo I'm getting on Saturday!

Thanks, Bathwater, for the reminder :)

So without further ado, here's the tattoo I'm getting:

My friend Robert, who is a professional calligrapher, scripted the word for me. Entheos has three meanings, all of which I am absolutely in love with:

a) The Greek word entheos literally means "God within."

b) Entheos is the root word for our English word "enthusiasm," which I have in spades.

c) The American mythologist Joseph Campbell wrote that entheos is the suppositional opposite of entropy. Entropy is the theory that everything is moving towards chaos; entheos is the theory that everything is moving towards God.

How could I NOT get this word on my body??

So have a great weekend everyone...and think of me squirming in my chair, getting a tattoo and trying to be a tough girl. Once it's all healed on my body I will definitely be showing you guys pictures :)